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seat every once in awhile. I am alone so much
of the time. What lovely times we could have.
That poor little invalid widow I told you of has
gone to her Father's somewhere south of here.
Her health is very much broken, in consequence of
the sudden loss of her husband.

I sincerely hope we may be able to spend a
miuten, [minute?], together again in the sunny South. What
a very lovely time we did have. I think of it so
often. And today, I received a lovely letter
from the dear Richardsons. They are spending
the winter at Lakewood, about two hours ride
from New York. They are stopping at Sunset
Lodge, a cottage boarding place. They are,
[they say?], very happily located and will
remain there until about the fifteenth of
April. They always ask after you and
are anxious to know all about you and
wish to be remembered to you.

Mrs. Richardson always speaks of Mr. Knight.
I would like to know about the dear fellow.
[Now, how ?], was he on further acquaintance any
way? I wonder if he is still abroad? I
thought of him the other day when I read
of the artists' theatrecals in Paris and I
wondered if he was there and interested
in them and ever thought of the time